AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I nuzzle into his shoulder. He’s put one of Charlie’s T-shirts on so we’re not sticking to each other and it’s so comfortable, the soft cotton under my cheek, the scent of all my boys surrounding me. “No more skipping classes,” I murmur. “We’re all getting As from here on.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Gabe says, with a soft chuckle.
“I love you, Gabe,” I say into his skin. “If I didn’t say it during all the shagging today.”
“You did. Lots of times. And even though I don’t need you to say it because I know it—I really know it, right down in my blood and bone—I like hearing it. And I love you, too. I feel like I’ve always loved you.” He wraps his arm across my shoulders and squeezes me down into his chest. “My life started when I met you. Everything before that was just waiting around for my life to start. I know Dar and I have things to work out and I can’t just forget our history, but the more I’m with you, Teddy, the less it matters. You heal my soul. You always have.”
I wriggle up so I can look into his midnight-blue eyes. “Baby boy.”
His crooked smile spreads across his face. “Were those the right words?”
“Yes, fuck.” I kiss him so he feels just how much those words have soothed my heart. “You heal my soul, too. Before I knew you, loved you, I was so angry all the time. Some of it was my Da, but it was everything else, too. Every slight. Every unfairness. It just made me more and more ragey. Now, I go days without feeling anything but happy.”
His hand slides up my back and he tucks my face back into his neck. I settle against him.
“It’ll work for Dar, too,” he tells me, his whisper deep and soft over the murmur of the telly. “Charlie asked me last night why I haven’t confronted Dar about everything he did to me. Apologies and remorse aren’t what I want from him anymore. I want him to be healed and happy and strong. I want him to feel like I feel when I’m with you. Then I want him to choose me. Not choose between us, that’s not what I’m saying. I want him to put himself out there. I want him to say he loves me and he’ll be what I need. I want him to put in the effort.”
I press my palm over his heart. Gabe says I heal his soul, and he is happy, I can feel just how much thrumming through our connection. But there are still some cracks in his heart. Only Darwin can suture them. And to do it, he’s going to have to make himself vulnerable.
Which is not Princely’s best thing.
But I’ll do everything I can to help him.
I won’t get between them. But I can show Darwin what Gabe needs. Starting with snuggling with my baby boy all night so he knows how much he’s loved and needed.
Chapter43
Aggressive Cheer
In the days after our mini gang-bang, everything is perfect.
The ley line is anchored to Ouroboros Tower, which causes consternation for The Mr. Black and the school administration, but makes me a happy bunny since who wants to become a living ley line? They can’t even pin the new magickal conduit or huge, magickal pyre in the forest to us because we did it in a whole dorm full of mages, half of whom are messing about with magic they shouldn’t be at any given time.
For nearly the first time in my life, I feel like I’ve gotten away with sommat big. I walk around with a shite-eating grin on my face for days.
Darwin takes me to Paris for our second date. There’s a little stuffiness. I’da never picked the restaurant he takes me to. Snails, seriously? Big no. At least we skip the ballroom dancing in favor of a walk along the Seine in the moonlight. When a pod of selkie poke their heads out of the water to sing to their prince, I see that rarest of things: an unstudied, uninhibited smile light not just Darwin’s mouth but also those silver eyes. I make it my mission in life to coax more of those smiles out of him.
Darwin and Gabe go the cabin in Maine for a night, and then somewhere posh for tea. I don’t ask how it’s going and they don’t tell, but Gabe’s eyes are a steady, deep-ocean blue. I catch them snogging every time they’re alone and in the same room for five minutes, which is both adorable and incredibly hot.
That they invite me to join them any time I walk in on them is even hotter.
Even if they didn’t, I wouldn’t feel jealous because I’mdrowningin D. All. The. D. Charlie wakes me every morning for his shower head, which often turns into a shower wall pounding. Best way to start the day. Charlie’s coach has started the lacrosse team circuit training indoors three days a week and on the days Charlie can peel Darwin out of the pillows—because Princely is seriously not a morning person—Darwin joins them.
Which leaves me and Gabe together in our big bed for round two before breakfast and class. Our big bed comes in handy at night, too, when I get rounds three, four, and five at least, and Gabe or Darwin frequently wake me up in the night for round six.
Are six orgasms a day enough for this girl? Some days. But other days I’m a thirsty bitch and beg Gabe to sneak off into the stacks with me for round seven during our study dates.
Every day is Shaggerday.
Our big bed gets relocated to our new flat off campus. I might have been iffy about the flat when its best feature was the gazebo, but after Darwin threw some obscene amount of money at the contractor to get it ready in three days, I love it. It truly feels like home, even without Auntie Jill’s cushions.
The remodeled kitchen is actually fun to cook in and we all cut our meal plans to one meal a day and cook the rest together. I christen our first weekend in the flat with a full English breakfast, and the lads love it so much they start bribing me to make them a full English every morning.
I take payment in orgasms.
The flat’s second and third bedrooms have been combined into a huge space with a long, bay window looking out over the rear yard. Charlie christens it “the den” but the deep, leather couches, massive telly, foosball table, and wet bar with beer fridge tell their own tale. It’s a man cave. I invade it immediately, “repurposing” the bean bag chair from our old suite and plonking it down on the floor in the L of the sectional couch. I grab one of the dozen wooly throws in Darwin’s family plaid that’s appeared, park a crate of books next to the beanbag, and claim my throne.
Darwin makes it official before the end of the weekend. The sectional sofa disappears. Two new couches appear, separated by a thing Darwin calls a “snuggler chair.” It’s bigger than I am. It’s round. It’s lined with thick padding like a futon, except Darwin’s version is a rich, brown suede that matches the couches.
